Relax Your Grip

                   Relax Your Grip

God said, Moses, what’s in your hand?
It’s a rod, one owned by every man.
Give it to Me, I’ll make Pharaoh trip,
Throw it down, Moses, relax your grip.

Take it again, grasp it by the tail,
You may fear, but obey, you’ll not fail,
Walk in My steps, and you’ll never slip,
Sometimes, Moses, you must relax your grip.

I have more possessions than Moses had,
They are pleasant things, they are not bad,
They take my attention, an ego trip,
And God says to me, “Relax your grip.”

Sometimes, He may give me other things,
To replace that to which I did not cling,
To lose what I can't keep is no gyp,
So I tell myself, “Relax your grip.”